Seven Dozen (+ ?)
first a flotsam in the backwater
of greenpoint, a bushel of failure
and hand wring
#2 brought sunny diego, break
from apron string, the wow of sister love,
easy naval slide & unknown seed plant
overseas oversaw the third as a nurse,
before blood and after
Dr. Tom as first mate till death
this one starts where it ends:
helicopter lifting
from rooftop
ho ho…the stork late
by decades with its bundle
of a full grown grand child
the 6th era begins as somebody’s error
when the twins fall down
in a vision from greenpoint again
this last stretch, spent with glowing Penelope,
house boated on the river Dix
comes to a stop as she speaks
the unseeable octave from now till then
rises with a sunset condo at alligator
lake, by its end there’ll be no 96.
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Full of wonder and humor. I especially love the last two stanzas and the allusion to Odysseus.
Hey ZZ, these poems are so good and special. I have read them all.